Your legs are shackled but you still yearn for a flight.
Your body has been in a battle but your spirits are high,
Your steps may falter but your heart knows to leap.
You have dreams,hopes, aspirations, and a beautiful life to keep.
Your father has saved each penny to get your legs repaired
Your mother has, in the dense kitchen dreamt of you coming alive.
They have seen you fall, they want you to rise,
They want you to be what you always surmised.
Today, I hear the sound of ghungrus coming into life,
Your feet finally escaped the slings you hugged by.
The world froze, as you mastered a step.
A step towards life, a step towards light.
A step which was as warm as a smile.
You finally won the battle which was for long forsaken.
For, your legs might have been shackled but your heart knew to leap.
I am the eldest grandchild in my family. And being the eldest, I was pampered a great deal by my grandparents. My aama (grandma) and baa (grandpa) always shielded me from every possible dangers including thrashings from maa. I have pleasant memories of evening story sessions as grandpa took me to bed. Aama would oil my hair and tie pony tails which resembled coconut trees that I used to draw. Sundays meant elaborate sessions with my grandparents. Baa would trim my nails, aama would fondle me to sleep. Their bed room was literally my playing room, my story book reading room, my painting room and what not. With time, as I grew, I got a room of my own but their room was still my favourite one. When I left for hostel, I missed them more than I missed my parents. It was in the year 2014, I had come home after my exams when aama received a pressure stroke . She couldn't make it. I had spent a month as he lay sick on her bed. All of a sudden, there was a role reversal. I could
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